Can I Make a Mother and Daughter Masturbate at the Same Time...?
Jeong Sangmi stared at me with bewildered eyes.
Despair lived in them. Resentment and fear sat right beside it. Had she finally grasped what her situation actually was?
I leaned in close to her ear as she teetered on the edge of tears and whispered, low and even.
"So when I tell you something, you listen the first time... you fucking bitch... before I fuck you right in front of your daughter. Got it?"
The rush of dumping raw profanity on a married woman a full decade older than me sent a thrill straight through my veins. And the married woman on the receiving end didn't even get angry — she just stood there flustered, wringing herself like a sinner caught in the act. This was a high you'd never taste unless you were a chaebol heir or a gang boss. I finally understood why people lusted after power the way they did.
I flicked a glance toward the far end of the hallway, confirmed nobody was coming, and yanked down the zipper of Jeong Sangmi's pants as I kept her pinned to the wall.
"Spread your legs, you filthy bitch..."
Terrified, Jeong Sangmi parted her legs just a little, and I rubbed my palm between them. No panties. She was burning hot. What the hell had she been doing in that bathroom...? Odds were she'd taken pictures of her pussy and then rubbed herself raw with her fingers.
The more I force myself on you, the more you tremble and fear me — and yet a strange, forbidden pleasure floods through you as you cross that line.
Every time I torment you and you submit, you relish this feeling of being bound by a strong man.
Fear me and submit. That is your joy and your happiness.
You grow more and more aroused by the sight of yourself breaking down and being destroyed. You want to savor it.
I pushed two fingers into the mouth of her cunt, which was already slick and dripping with her own pungent juices. My palm ground against her pubic hair while my fingers churned through a married woman's insides, feeling out every texture.
Squelch.
I pulled my fingers free and held them up in front of her face. The smell of pussy hit hard and thick — that particular, high-viscosity scent that came from her cunt and hers alone.
"Suck them, you dog bitch."
At my words she hurriedly yanked her zipper back up, even as her tongue slid out and coiled around my fingers.
Slurp... slurp...
With a face full of misery, she took both of my fingers into her mouth and sucked her own pussy juices off them.
I stroked her cheek as I spoke.
"From now on, if you ignore my messages or don't do exactly what I say, I'll plaster those pictures I took in the car all over your front door. Remember that."
I pulled my fingers from her mouth and smeared spit across her face.
"Go."
By the time I'd washed my hands, splashed my face, and come out of the bathroom at a leisurely pace, Jeong Sangmi and Lee Jueun were gone. Sangmi had probably dragged her out of there in a panic. Heh heh heh.
I couldn't be bothered to play with her any further today, so I let her go. I'd already started working on her daughter, Lee Jueun, anyway.
For a change of pace I drove around outside and got some air. The cafe had been out toward the outskirts, so I pointed the car somewhere scenic and quiet and watched the evening lights come on as the sky went dark.
In the old days, looking at scenery like this by myself wouldn't have moved me at all — it would have just made my own situation feel even more pathetic. But now, maybe it was the ease of a man who actually had something, it felt genuinely good. Every now and then I'd spot couples huddled on a bench near the parking lot, whispering sweet nothings, and they just looked pathetic.
What a waste... if you've got time to cuddle, just fuck already. Heh.
I took my time wandering, stopped by a supermarket for some food, and got home around ten. I changed into sweatpants, lay down on the bed, and played games on my phone. I was starting to feel like I needed to snag a woman with money.
If I wanted to drain her bank account at will, a widow without a husband would be ideal... but finding a woman like that with my own abilities was tough. In that case... I figured I should ask Park Eunjeong or Lee Jiseon. Those two did whatever I told them.
I was turning that over in my head when a text came in.
Unexpectedly, it was Lee Jueun.
Oppa, huh... I couldn't even remember the last time someone had called me that. No reason to turn it down.
We spent a little while getting to know each other. She said she'd graduated last year and was working at a company now. She already looked like a goddess, and on top of that she was diligent and had been a strong student, so she'd landed a job on the faster side. She was basically the girl every parent held up as the gold standard — the perfect daughter everyone raved about.
A girl like that would have had no shortage of guys hanging off her, obviously.
I told her the truth: I'd quit my job trying to switch careers and then failed to find a new one, so I was unemployed. It didn't particularly matter. She was already under suggestion. Even if I told her I had a record for sexual assault, she'd still like me.
Jueun started comforting me. Gently. She cheered me on, told me I'd find a good job soon, and didn't hold back the encouragement. This girl... it wasn't just her face that was beautiful. Her heart was the real thing too.
I found myself wanting to make Lee Jueun mine in a completely different way from her mother, Jeong Sangmi.
Sangmi I already planned to torment thoroughly as a fucking bitch. But this beautiful young woman named Lee Jueun — I wanted to pour love on her, treasure her, and corrupt her so completely that she belonged to me and me alone.
When you talk with me, your heart flutters and you feel as happy as if you were speaking with someone you love deeply.
With me, and only me, you want to be completely honest. You want to confess every secret, every hidden part of yourself that you could never tell anyone else. And every time you do, an inexplicable, naughty pleasure washes over you, making you want to confess even more.
Alright. Time to start the dirty work. An ordinary woman would never have a filthy conversation with a man she'd only met today. But I could. Because I'd already planted the suggestion.
Strangely, when you talk with me, your body heats up and you want to masturbate. You cannot stop secretly touching yourself while we talk. Masturbating in secret while talking to me is twice as thrilling, twice as arousing as doing it alone — you cannot stop.
She just couldn't say it out loud yet... but there was a high chance she was already under the covers in her room, touching herself in secret. All while playing the world's sweetest, most well-behaved girl over KakaoTalk, of course.
You want to have dirty conversations with me.
You keep wanting to talk dirty with me. You cannot hold it in.
No reply for a moment. She'd probably felt it the instant she saw the word masturbate. Heh.
Then the reply came.
Cute. Who in the world would ever imagine a girl people called a goddess — the perfect daughter — confessing something like that to a man she'd just met?
She might have felt it again.
She actually confessed. As always, my suggestions never failed.
Listening to the young woman's bashful confession, I sent a KakaoTalk to Jeong Sangmi as well.
I wanted to make a mother and daughter masturbate at the same time while I talked to both of them.
You always answer me immediately.
Always, without fail, you answer me with complete honesty about everything.
The reply from Jeong Sangmi came instantly.
When you scare someone, you do it properly — that's how you get results. And sure enough...!
That's right. This is how you should have come out of the gate. Heh heh heh.